Location: New Haven, Connecticut- Union Train Station
Time: Past Lunch
Layover Time: 1.5hrs
I didn’t cross the street to investigate.
All the surrounding buildings were:
I asked a parking garage attendant for his recommendation and he said, “There’s a Dunkin Donuts in the station.
“How about not in the station?” I said.
“Well, I don’t ever really leave the booth.” he said. “I get 30 minutes.
We’ll call this guy, Bobby.
Bobby was round enough to fill up the whole parking attendant booth and I felt angry for him.
BOBBY has 30 minutes for lunch, PEOPLE, and all he has to choose from is DUNKIN DONUTS and SBARRO. He fills out the entire attendant booth. WTF!
I had stranded myself in a full-on food desert. There wasn’t even a dirty window Chinese food place around. There had to be something missing.
The United States Department of Agriculture says a food desert is a low-income area with low access to healthy affordable food.
But I say, it’s a ten-minute walking radius from anywhere. Who typically walks more than ten minutes to get something to eat?
Just to see how pissed I should be for Bobby and all those people in that neighborhood, I started walking. I passed this:
The neighborhood was swarming with police.
So moments later I bumped into this tall drink of water.
He directed me to downtown New Haven where I was met with a surprise:
A sign confirming ethnic food as our salvation from the “American Diet.” But it was closed.
I ended up in a place that looked like this:
that served stuff like this:
The whole round trip clocked in at about 45minutes. Fifteen minutes longer than Bobby’s break allowed, but I don’t think the extra few minutes was the problem. Do you?